My Living Ancestor

In his previous life, Si You had once made a mistake: letting his saint complex flare up at the wrong time.

It led to the other party suddenly biting back, disgusting Si You half to death.

In this life, Fang Jin's way of thinking was very similar to Si You's at a certain point in his past, so Si You understood clearly: in situations like this, they were perceptive yet fragile. Even the smallest bit of kindness and attention would be repaid with the greatest gift they could offer in the future.

Si You was rather worried that Shen Laizhang might also be a snake kept close to his chest, but after observing him repeatedly, he found that this man truly was a blank slate. Shen Laizhang's gaze at Si You was worshipful and fervent, and after only a few seconds, it made Si You a little embarrassed.

"You're amazing!" Shen Laizhang praised him sincerely.

Si You quickly said, "Not bad, not bad."

Fang Jin was not very good at getting along with Shen Laizhang. Most of the time, Shen Laizhang chattered away while Fang Jin occasionally nodded in response, agreeing to nearly all of his requests. Outsiders thought President Fang treated his younger brother very well, but Si You took a sip of water and always felt that Fang Jin's unquestioning compliance carried a hint of "compensation."

Si You was dressed in a youthful, energetic style, so there was naturally plenty of running and jumping. He complied with every request from the photographer. Even when he held a prop and shot a basket, he could turn back with a dazzling white grin. His professionalism was beyond reproach. Watching Si You pant as he took the towel Linzi handed him and wiped away his sweat, Fang Jin frowned and told